Me: You and Harriet look as if you are hiding from someone.
Nell: We are.
Nell: He was on laundry duty and put colours in with the whites.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Poppy’s aprons are pink and so is Harriet’s favourite shawl. Mutley’s handkerchiefs are never going to be the same again.
Me: It’s easily done.
Nell: You would say that after shrinking Kev’s trousers to the size of a small child’s.
Me: I didn’t realise they were in there.
Nell: David simply doesn’t listen. He is always in a rush. He is going to have to do his own ironing in future.
Me: I’m not sure Dave and an iron are a good idea.
Nell: You are probably right. You know he wants to audition for the local musical? Mutley is coaching him. The Cat is doing the costumes.
Me: Which one?
Nell: West Side Story. He sees himself as a Shark. He thinks Harriet should audition too.
Me: She does have a sweet singing voice.
Nell: We shall see. Have you packed? The wedding is tomorrow and you will be leaving first thing.
Me: Not yet. My new sandals haven’t arrived and if they don’t, I will have to wear something else.
Nell: We should give the happy couple a shout out. Come on, you used to work on the radio.
Me: This isn’t radio.
Nell: We are on every day, aren’t we? I will do it. “We would like to wish Shona and Rob a wonderful wedding day tomorrow and every happiness for the future.”
Me: That was lovely.
Nell: Even though I wasn’t invited.
Me: You might have been. I didn’t ask. The hotel doesn’t take dogs, you see.
Nell: Actually I don’t see. Leave me be and go and find David. You two belong together.
Me: Yes. Sorry.